Gridcosm

Artist matrix

Grid poem

They danced in moonlight. Aloft, soaring between worlds, for it was that time of the month, time to wonder about those 10 years that got behind you, like some 50's MIG prototypeThere ain't 'nuff data so nobody cain't figure what kind of critter it is, really, but itcomes on like a propellerheadwith long ears and big hair if you stop and stand and stare.Lordy Liberty's hat hits ya like brass monkey knuckles, flying projectiles of ice and stone. Slowly sinking, twinkling into a void like a heavy water mosh pit full of greedy neutrinos.

Getting around

To navigate,
click the outer edges of the grid to
zoom-out
(up one level). Click the center of the grid to
zoom-in
(down one level).